My practice narration is weird

The monsters rushed towards Yangguan like an endless tide.

Those monsters were all dead monsters, but at this moment they were in uniform. Although they had no spirituality, they were fearless of life and death.

Sword shadows surrounded them, accompanied by talismans all over the sky, splitting the formation.

The formation that had been arranged early appeared from the ground and turned into a ban. Then ice and snow spread, and ice crystals continued to emerge.

The old master of the Sword Sect, who stopped another wave of monster attacks, looked a little tired.

After returning to the city from outside the pass, he asked Zhou Xuanyuan.

"Is there still no news about the old guy from the Taoist sect?"

"No."

This answer made the old man silent for a moment, and then he sighed softly.

In these days, I haven't seen a living "monster" tribe.

They are all dead "monsters".

Those "monsters" are numerous, perhaps not powerful, and have no wisdom at all. They have no independent consciousness, but they can't stand the large number.

They are all "monsters" who have died in the past countless years.

Living people can win the fight with the dead, but the living people will be exhausted.

Although the woman sitting alone on the Diaoyutai still has a strong aura, but... how long will it last?

The old sect leader wants to rely on the formation, and the most exquisite Qimen formation to resist the enemy.

But the Taoist's six realms are nowhere to be seen.

What happened to the old thing? Even if he is dead, he must make a sound.

"What's going on in the city? Are there still those 'dead' making trouble?"

"Yes, but we have stepped up the defense. Although there are still people who "resurrect" from time to time, they are all suppressed and banned."

The old sect leader nodded silently, but there was thought in his eyes.

Very strange.

Why are monsters and humans different?

Or, why are the dead 'monsters' and these dead 'people' so different?

Those monsters give people the feeling that they are a controlled whole, constantly attacking Yangguan.

But these 'dead people' are like some scattered soldiers and are easily subdued.

Although it was a bit inappropriate, it gave the old master a sense of separation.

If these ‘people’ were as organized as the demons and were causing chaos in Yangguan, the current situation would be several times more difficult.

But whether it was the dead ‘monsters’ or ‘people’, they were all the troubles of Da Yan now.

What was the root cause of all this? And who was controlling all this?

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Countless dark and dry hands were struggling at this moment, and then they loosened, and the black coffin collapsed in an instant.

The ghost hand collapsed, and the blade rolled back.

The white clouds were swept away at this moment, washed away by the powerful breath, leaving only the blue sky.

Ye Wuyou did not hesitate at all, and his figure shot out and fled.

He played a role of listening to advice.

The moment Lu Qingshan spoke to him and said ‘run’, he realized that something was wrong.

That was the Dharma power that had never been revealed.

The ripples of the magic flashed, and Ye Wuyou’s figure slowly emerged in the sky more than ten miles away.

He looked at the cloudless sky, with some doubts in his eyes.

What kind of Dharma-image magical power is this?

A lot of thunder but little rain?

Or was he deceived?

[This stinking corrupt scholar wants to bind you with such a useless Dharma-image, which is ridiculous. If he can reach the seventh realm, he can barely catch your eye when he uses this Dharma-image, but now, heh, it's not worth your second glance]

The words of the narrator made Ye Wuyou's eyes more confused.

He is fine, how can he be affected by the Dharma-image magical power?

Lu Qingshan in the distance has become the size of a sesame seed in Ye Wuyou's eyes because of the distance.

The two are far apart.

But a voice, it seems to ring in Ye Wuyou's ears.

"Fall."

In an instant, huge pressure from all directions, from the sky, from the ground, condensed on Ye Wuyou.

His aura seemed to be suppressed, and his body fell to the ground almost out of control.

The figure fell from the air to the ground, Ye Wuyou gritted his teeth, and the ghost figure emerged from behind him, like a giant stepping on the ground, and the figure barely stood up.

The Qi machine returned to normal.

But Ye Wuyou's eyes swept around, but he was stunned.

"This is..."

Tianlan City.

Tianlan City?

How is it possible? This place is still a certain distance away from Tianlan City.

But at the moment, the surrounding streets, surrounding scenes, and surrounding buildings are undoubtedly the scenes of Tianlan City.

However, there is no one in this city, and those buildings are even more shining between reality and illusion.

Illusory Tianlan City.

"Dharma image..."

Lu Qingshan's figure stepped on a corner of the house at some point, and said in a calm tone.

"You ran a little slowly before."

So that's it.

"Take Tianlan City as the Dharma image? The distance of ten miles is a little insufficient. If I go further away, I think..."

"No."

Lu Qingshan shook his head.

"It's Da Yan."

The next moment, his figure shot out and attacked Ye Wuyou on his own initiative.

At close range, Lu Qingshan should not be able to defeat Ye Wuyou.

But at this moment, the heavy pressure once again appeared on Ye Wuyou from all directions.

The aura echoed, and bursts of roars continued to explode in this illusory Tianlan City.

At this moment, the two were actually somewhat evenly matched.

But during the fight, Lu Qingshan's words still echoed.

"Ye Wuyou, you should have thought that the Dharma is the embodiment of the soul, just like a sword cultivator often uses his own sword as the Dharma. But for me, what was the most important and became an obsession?"

He said, but the moves in his hands were not missing at all. He suddenly slapped a palm in front of Ye Wuyou, but then half of Lu Qingshan's shoulder was torn off by the ghost.

Ye Wuyou retreated and stepped on a roof.

"Really? Why don't you use it?"

Ye Wuyou asked, then shouldered the heavy pressure again and stood up to fly.

"Because on the one hand, I don't like my 'Dharma', and the Great Flame should not be my obsession. On the other hand, no matter how strong I am, I never have the energy to support the appearance of the Dharma and create a The illusion of the Dharma is not worth the loss.”

Lu Qingshan stood not far away and responded.

Ye Wuyou understood this.

Because his Dharma form is actually like this. If he doesn't have enough power, it won't be able to be used at all.

His only remaining arm stretched forward, and then suddenly turned over.

"But now, it's different. This body is immortal and has infinite energy, which is enough to support me to fully manifest the Dharma."

The moment he finished speaking and turned his palms over, Ye Wuyou had already rushed to Lu Qingshan.

but……

The next moment, his body involuntarily "slipped" to the side.

The blade brushed past Lu Qingshan's body.

The gravity that should have been from top to bottom seemed to have changed its direction at this moment.

Ye Wuyou's body fell straight on the wall beside him.

He stabilized his body and looked at the changes around him.

upside down.

The ground turned over and the houses were bumpy.

The originally low-rise house was infinitely taller at this moment.

The wall keeps rolling and extending.

In an instant, the wall of the house turned into the ground, and the ground stood in the air.

Ye Wuyou looked at his feet and found that he was standing on the house, or in other words, standing on the original vertical surface of the house.

Although the surrounding scenery was all upside down, Ye Wuyou felt no discomfort at all, and felt as if he was walking on flat ground.

At this moment, the house is the ground.

Lu Qingshan stood on the other side of the house, looking at Ye Wuyou calmly.

There was also some thought in his eyes.

"In the past, my energy was not strong enough to support all these changes. Even though I had some ideas, I couldn't realize them. Now, thanks to the blessing of my body, I have the opportunity to put them into practice, haha."

Ye Wuyou didn't respond, just as if he was stiffly repeating, he jumped towards Lu Qingshan again.

Lu Qingshan frowned lightly, seemingly helpless, then raised his steps and stepped heavily on the "wall".

The seemingly real and fake house changed its appearance at this moment, becoming like a wave, constantly rising and rising countless distances.

There are countless depressions in it.

At this moment, the house is like a gear. If you are not careful, you will fall into it and be shattered.

Lu Qingshan’s words came.

"Why do you keep doing such useless work, Ye Wuyou, my body is immortal, you should be thinking about how to ban me, instead of wasting your energy like this."

Lu Qingshan has his own consciousness.

But he couldn't go against the will in his mind and couldn't control his body shape.

He could only take the initiative to tell Ye Wuyou what his magical powers were when he was using his physical form, making moves, and displaying his magical powers.

Otherwise, with Lu Qingshan's full force and combined with this Dharma, Ye Wuyou's situation would be several times more difficult.

Because he hopes Ye Wuyou can ban him.

Instead of being so stubborn and fighting him hand-to-hand.

However, Ye Wuyou turned a deaf ear.

After several fights, Lu Qingshan's figure was shattered again and again by Ye Wuyou.

But the price was that Ye Wuyou's offensive became more and more exhausted, one arm was exposed with white bones, and the sole of one foot was crushed by the constantly surging houses.

Although the qi machine has the sacred tree as a backup energy source, the operation of the qi machine has become increasingly sluggish.

"Why are you still doing such useless work?" Lu Qingshan's voice was a little hasty and more admonishing.

As long as they fight like the previous few times and use the [Tricky Door Coffin] as a means, Ye Wuyou may be able to ban Lu Qingshan after paying some price.

But Ye Wuyou didn't.

He just stubbornly approached Lu Qingshan again and again, repelling him, breaking his figure into pieces, and then getting injured himself.

The reddish blade was now stuck across the floor of the 'house', stopping its churning and making a clicking sound.

Ye Wuyou's breathing was inevitably heavy, but his eyes were still sharp. He wiped a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth and said.

"Master, doesn't it feel good to be manipulated by others?"

Hearing these words, Lu Qingshan was stunned for a moment, but then he frowned slightly and said words of persuasion.

"Is this what you were thinking about? It's useless. The guy behind you is not here right now, and you can't remove this imprint..."

The words were interrupted forcefully by Ye Wuyou.

With a disdainful smile.

"Who said it was going to be lifted?"

Lu Qingshan was speechless, with confusion in his eyes.

So why do you spend so much effort?

Ye Wuyou stretched out his hand and grasped it with his fingers like nothing.

Just such a seemingly meaningless and subtle move made Ye Wuyou's breath faint like a candle for a moment, and his body trembled even more.

But Ye Wuyou's words were filled with a ferocious smile.

"Lu Qingshan, I want you to be used by me!"